now its so hard.
you've all grown up.
i dread to think how it'll be like.
when i have my own.


there's a chem test tmr.
and my head rests in the guillotine.


you've consumed all nine lives.
none is all you've got.
it ended a fornight ago.
how much for salvation.


if only the world were just about God, good books and music.


you poor sweet innocent thing
dry your eyes and testify
you know you live to break me, dont deny
sweet sacrifice.

perfection at 2:04 PM